A few nights ago, I had an itch to write. However, so much has happened and developed recently that I couldn’t quite remember where I last left off. And so I read back through my last few posts instead. And wow… I got a shock! Things got a little dark back there, huh?! So. I am pleased to say,…
Tag: curacy
The Friendship Factor
Right before we left residential college, our spouses group enjoyed an away day with a guest speaker; a lovely lady who had been married to a Vicar for a long, long time and had come to share her anecdotal wisdom. Whilst useful in parts, the main thing that stuck with me about this interview, however,…
Dangling Carrots
Last night I was at a prayer meeting. Wild, I know. But seriously. I love it. It’s my thing. My one thing in the week where I get to go out and plug in, whilst Husband sits out and stays in. Ordinarily, of course, it’s protected. He rearranges meetings and blocks out Thursday evenings because…
Smashing
A few years ago I wrote a deeply personal testimony about the significance of Ash Wednesday. Because sometimes I write deeply personal and significant things. This is not one of those times. This… well, this is just another anecdote from a day in the life of a Vicar’s Wife. And I sincerely hope it doesn’t…
Holiday House
Conversations with a Clergy Toddler
Seeing Red?
“So what time are you home tonight?” “I dunno… just after 8 maybe?” “Ok. I’ll see if I can hang on and eat with you then. Unless there’s anything you need doing before you go?” “Err… Oh yeah, I need to iron my clergy shirt.” “Which one?” “The red one.” “The red one?!” “Yes. The…
The Onto-What-Now?!
So this week, Husband is to be ordained… again. And this is not – (as someone rather helpfully worded it on Facebook)- because it didn’t work last time. But is, rather, a “next step” kind of deal. But… isn’t he already a Vicar? I hear you ask. (If not, he better stop wearing that collar!…
May Be
May be upon us. May… be here so soon?! May be meaning it’s almost a year since our cohort moved. A year?! A year. What’s in a year? Well… Shock, exhaustion, diabetes and childbirth, to name but a few! Identity crises, loneliness, and Mummy guilt, to name some more. One experience, weakness, bug, then another,…
A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit D-(Day)
So here it is, Merry Christmas! Husband left the house at eight am on Christmas Eve for back to back services and gatherings; came home for three hours; and then left again, to be back home at 2am. He’ll sleep until the kids wake at 6 and is preaching again tomorrow morning! And you know…
A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit C (H,A,O,S…)
So I noticed a discussion thread amongst some fellow “C-WAGS” this week, about the highs and lows of this first collared Christmas. One of the most common themes seemed to be the loss of routine, sanity and, well… Daddy, amongst those of us at home, in new places, with young children. So… In this vein… Two stories…
A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit B
Another brief snapshot of our first Collared Christmas…
A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit A
Curate-ing husbands everywhere; a word to the wise…
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